National Republican., 1887-07-28
OUR FRESH TRAVELLER.
A True Story of Ono Days Experience
In Railway Carriage.

Detroit Free Press.
She was woman OF perhaps 30 years,
andshe was taking her first trip In rail-
way carriage. She was not, and evidently
had never been, in the fashionable swim.
Although, womau-llke, she had made pro-
digious efforts to blossom forth in stun
ming travelling suit Of steel gray stuff, the
general tone Of her makeup was primitive
IN the superlative degree. In what remote
corner Of the earth she had been kept from
the civilizating influences Of travel was a
point concerning which none Of us who
were passengers with her dared hazard
guess. She was as klttenish, as restless, as
delighted, and as "freshn as any caramel
consuming Vassarine of II going home for
uniuformed and shiny.sklnned por-
ter OF our car Interested her
vastly. She watched that experienced
tourists movements with absorbing atten.
tion, as If making study Of the art Of
blase travelling. She took mental inven-
tory Of oil articles OF our personal adorn-
ment which he ladies of our party had In
sight, and then for awhile fell to contem.
plating her own person and It's adornments
with obvious satisfaction. A convenient
panel mirror IN the parlor car was her boon
of boons during the whole journey1 She
wanted the loitcrers at the stations in the
towns and cities through which we passed
to know that she was on the train, with
which ambitious purpose she bounced out
of her seat at every stop, hastened to the
platform, and put on her most compassion
| ate and superior look us she gazed at those
same unhappy loiterers whom hard fate had
| decreed must remain at home that day.
| She had a way Of initiating and nuttering
| her ample drapery and settling down into
| IL that was suggestive of girlhood's cheese
making days. They smiled at her, those
| wearied women who were used to riding on
the rail, but 1t may be thnt they envied her
the fine bursts Of youthful feeling With
| which che regarded even the trivial and
commonplace incidents Of the trip. There
| certainly was sufficient variety In her move.
ments during the first half day to amuse her
fellow.trayelers, but after dinner (of which
she ate with inspiring relish) she took
another turn. With her nose flattened
| against the window, she sat for two dread
| ful hours and drummed rat-tat- -rataplan
on the glass. An old gentleman opposite
her who had hurried down to the train that
morning without his accustomed shave was
bored. There was not the smallest doubt
| and again he plunged visual dagger clear
through the heart Of his yis-a.vis, to which
assaults she was exasperatirgly insensible.
| In time the rest Of us became so much con-
cerned in the old gentleman's writings as
to quite forget that we too were bored by
the unsurpressible Miss Fresh, and for mile
on mile we watched those two with ever
growing wonder as to what turn the In
evitable catastrophe would take.
About O'Clock she Strengthened herself
up in her seat, and with pious absorption
sang In voice that love Itself must have
turned from with profane objurgatlon:
| Come to Jesus,
| Come 10 Jesus.
| Come to Jesus
| Just now.
These lines she repeated some scores Of
times In the same monotonously rasping
voice, until at last the old gentleman
sprapg from his seat with maddening tor
ture stamped on every feature and ex-
claimed I; "For Heavens sake, madam, 90
to Jesus ~